her pony caressingly as she spoke.

Jim obeyed, walking on at a brisk pace, leading Glossy with his right
hand, and keeping the bridle of the other horse over his left arm.

"I'll walk the rest of the way, Jim," said Elsie presently, "just stop
her and let me get down. There," springing lightly to the ground, "you
may lead them both to the stable now."

She hurried forward along the broad, gravelled winding carriage road
that led to the house. The next turn brought her face to face with her
father.

"What, Elsie! alone and on foot at this late hour?" he said in a tone
of mingled surprise and reproof.

"I have been riding, papa, and only a moment since dismounted and let
Jim lead the horses down the other road to the stables."

"Ah, but how did you come to be so late?" he asked, drawing her hand
within his arm and leading her onward.

"I have been to Tinegrove, sir, and Aunt Lora, Carrie, and I found so
much to say to each other, that the time slipped away before I knew
it."

"It must not happen again, Elsie."

"I do not mean it shall, papa, and I am very sorry."